Daphne was losing herself in the task being forced upon her. Any thoughts that she should be doing anything were gone in a few moments as her lips, cheeks and chin were covered in Sara's arousal.
Her fingers dug into Sara's hips as she licked at her clit roughly. She drank in all the wetness that practically cascading over her lips. Hadn't they been enemies until a little while ago? Were they still?
Hearing Sara moan, Daphne whimpered encouragingly. She wanted to make Sara come, though she doubted she would be satisfied with just one. Moaning, squirming beneath her, her lips vibrated softly as she sucked upon her clit.